yellowbell alamanda

On The Rooftop - Poem by yellowbell alamanda

I climbed through a wooden laddermy legs were shakingnot use to do thisI'm an acrophobicbut i pushed myself throug topand what a successwhen I finally made it.

On the rooftopte thin roof is squeakingthe slant is overwhelmingfeels like I'll be rollingat first my heart was beating so fastmy feet made an unsure stepsbut then i was thereI have to face my fearand enjoy the view from up there.

On the rooftop I got my pencil and padI love the ambianceI'm owning the calmness of the sceneryit's setting my mind for poetryif given a chanceyou can read this one day.

I breathe deeply and relaxsavoring the moment of being freeI'm letting my self fly instead to astrayflowing my sensestil the emotions and freedom be in harmomyand hope poets or not will appreciatewill, this is kind of fruit of boredomethat perfectly drives me to be randome.